Rolling Loud CA 2025 Survival Tips (Learned the Hard Way)
I’ve survived a few Rolling Louds and learned some stuff the hard way—figured I’d dump my borderline chaotic wisdom here so y’all don’t end up crying in a porta-potty line. Some of these are obvious, some feel lowkey illegal, but they work.
Park smarter, not harder. Skip the $100 venue parking and use Prked (it’s like Airbnb for parking). You can park on someone’s driveway for like 1/3 of the price. Feels sketchy, but hey, it works.
Chug water like it’s your job before you even get to the venue. You’ll sweat it all out by 2pm anyway, and nobody wants to carry your dehydrated ass to the med tent.
Ditch the cash and cards. Apple Pay/Google Pay only. Less chance of getting your stuff jacked, and you won’t be fumbling for change when you’re three drinks deep.
Wear shoes you hate. They’ll be crusty by day one, and by day three you’ll be emotionally detached enough to toss ‘em in a landfill where they belong.
If you’re up front and need to leave, just turn around and yell “LET ME OUT.” People will part like the Red Sea to steal your spot. Don’t be the doofus screaming for security—you’re not main character enough for that.
Eat a whole Thanksgiving meal before arriving. Festival nachos cost $18 and taste like regret. Bonus: you’ll have energy to yeet yourself through the pit without dying.
Book the Geneva Motel near LAX if you’re cheap. It’s clean-ish, close-ish, and you’re only gonna sleep 3 hours anyway. Save your money for merch you’ll never wear again.
Wrap your phone in 10 rubber bands. Pickpockets will move on to easier targets. Or wear compression shorts—nobody’s digging through your sweaty thighs for an iPhone.
Pick 2-3 must-see artists and accept you’ll miss the rest. You think you can sprint from Stage A to B during Carti’s set? You can’t. Let FOMO go or you’ll hate your life.
Don’t wear hoodies in the pit. You’ll boil alive, and stripping it off mid-crowd surf is a great way to lose your wallet.
If you’re solo, don’t get blackout. No one’s babysitting you, and waking up in Inglewood with no phone is a vibe-killer.
Hit up random booths for free shit. Swag bags, energy drinks, condoms—act excited and they’ll throw anything at you.
Anyway, that’s my trauma dump. Anyone else got secret hacks? Drop ‘em below and let’s all survive Rolling Loud together. 🫡